Endless sexual hunger equals more sex

Paul is carrying Carrie back to the bathroom. It’s the second time tonight that they are taking a shower together. He starts the shower. The huge ceiling shower starts pouring down water. Paul gently sets down Carrie and he gives her a kiss on her forehead. they need to clean again after another intense session.

Paul is carrying her effortlessly. Carrie’s arms draped around Paul’s neck. She feels weightless and cherished. The cool tiles of the bathroom floor contrast with the lingering warmth of their bodies. But the steam from the shower promises heat again. Paul set her down gently. The kiss on her forehead so tender it makes her heart ache.

The hard slap on her strong gorgeous ass makes her snap out of her surprisingly tender side. Carrie is definitely more open for some more tender moments these days. She is letting Paul see her more softer side.

Since Paul is fucking her brutally hard and exactly in the way she wants and needs she can tolerate a few more soft moments. Having one massive orgasm after the other in great numbers can make a woman adjust her style. Carrie has been screaming a lot tonight and she is extremely satisfied.

“You're spoiling me.” Carrie murmurs. She is looking up at Paul as the water cascades down around them.”And I love it.”

Carrie steps into the spray. She is letting it wash over her beautiful face. She turns to face Paul. She is reaching for his hand. “Come here. Let me wash you. Let me take care of you this time.”

Paul moves closer to Carrie and she looks so beautiful. The wet slick hairstyle suits her perfectly. He is tired but when he looks at her huge round breasts he knows that the night is not over yet. Her extremely fit body that has given him so much pleasure tonight is just amazing. Carrie is sculpted exactly how Paul would have done her if he was her creator. Oh no this night is far from over. He must try and fuck her at least one more time.

Carrie takes the soap and is lathering it between her hands. Her beautiful blue eyes never leaving Paul’s. She start with his shoulders. Her fingers working into the firm muscle there washing away the sweat and the evidence of our passion. Carrie moves slowly and deliberately. She is savoring the simple intimacy of the act. She teases Paul.

“You’re looking at my huge breasts like you’ve never seen them before.” Carrie says with a knowing smile playing on her thin sexy lips. “And after everything we have done earlier tonight, that is a very good sign. Go ahead and touch them if you want. But be warned that you might ignite something within me then.

Carrie’s soapy hands glides down Paul’s manly chest. Then over his abdomen and Carrie is taking her time. She leans in and is pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. She whispers softly.

“One more round, you said. I’m going to hold you to that Paul. But right now… I just want to touch you. I want to memorize every line of you, clean and new, before we get dirty all over again.” Paul answers her immediately.

“Minimum one more round Carrie. Minimum.”

Carrie laughs. It is genuine sparkling sound as she continue to wash Paul’s chest. Her hands slides lower. They are more playful now. “Minimum? Oh, Paul. You say that like it's a limit. But I know you. I know that look in your eyes.” Carrie speaks and she is excited about the possibility of even more sex than just one more round.

Carrie leans closer. Her thin lips brushing Paul’s ear as she whispers. “You're joking, but you're not joking. And deep down... I'm not hoping for just one more. I'm hoping we wear this hotel out. I'm hoping we need a third shower.”

Her hand finds Paul’s under the water. She is lacing their fingers together. “But for now... let's just get clean. And then... we'll see what happens. I'm in your hands. Literally. Can’t believe that you made me come ten times tonight but who is counting anyway.”

Paul is relaxing. The warm water is flowing down and he is getting refreshed. Carrie is really taking care of him. Her deliberate slow movements are very sensual and lovely.

Carrie takes her time. She is washing every inch of Paul with a tenderness that feels as intimate as the frantic sex they just shared. Her thumbs trace the lines of Paul’s hips. Her palms smooth over the strong muscles of his back. Carrie can feel Paul relaxing under her touch. The tension melting away with the warm water.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” Carrie speaks softly. Her voice is barely above the sound of the shower. “All soft and spent. It’s a different kind of power, seeing you like this. Knowing I can do this to you.”

Carrie rinses the soap from Paul’s skin. Her hands are following the water’s path. Then she turns presenting her back to Paul. ¨Your turn Paul. And don’t be gentle. I like it when your hands are firm on me.”

Paul takes the soap from Carrie. He lower himself and kisses her lower back and spine. The he starts cleaning her. He grabs around her slim waistline. He scrubs her lower back and slowly makes his way upwards. He gets up and cleans her upper back and shoulders. Her neck gets a special treatment and he kisses her neck after washing it.

Paul’s lips on Carrie’s lower back makes her shiver. A soft sigh escaping her. Paul’s hands are firm and thorough scrubbing away the night's exertions. Carrie leans back into his touch her head tilting to give Paul better access to her neck. When his lips press there after washing the skin she let out a low contented hum.

“Mmm… that’s the spot.” Carrie murmurs. Her eyes fluttering closed. “You’re very good at this. Almost makes me want to skip the next round and just stay here, letting you pamper me.” Carrie is enjoying the moment but her voice has a certain tone in it.

Carrie turns around slowly under the spray. The water is sluicing between them. She looks up at Paul her expression is soft but her eyes are gleaming with that familiar flirty challenge. “Almost. But not quite. Because I have a feeling you’re not done being dirty with me yet. And honestly? Neither am I.”

Paul has no other choice than to clean her huge breasts. He was planning to wash her calves and thighs but Carrie has turned around. He starts cleaning her neck and the area above her big knockers. Finally he starts cleaning her big boobs. The cleavage is deep and impressive. He tries to be professional but he can’t resist the temptation. He cleans her big areola and she is very sensitive there. Her big nipples are coming to life and his cleaning is turning into something else.

Carrie feels the shift instantly. Paul’s hands, so methodical on her neck and shoulders become slower more deliberate as they move over her chest. The soapy sliding over Carrie’s sensitive skin is a delicious tease. When Paul’s fingers brush against her nipple a sharp, sweet jolt runs straight through her.

“Oh, you're definitely not being professional anymore.” Carrie whispers her voice is husky. She leans back against the shower wall. She is giving Paul better access. Her blue eyes locked on his. “But I don't want you to be. I want you to be a little bit obsessed.”

Carrie watches Paul’s face as he clean her. His touch is turning from washing to worshipping. Her big nipples harden under Paul’s attention pebbling against his palms. “See? They agree. They want your attention, too. So stop pretending you're just getting me clean. Tell me what you really want to do.” Paul answers her immediately.

“Hmm Carrie you certainly demands a lot from me. I like to continue cleaning your gorgeous body. That gives me time and new energy to soon get going again. I wouldn’t mind fucking you here in the shower. Maybe hard up against the wall. Do you see anything to sit on or something to help holding you upright?”

Carrie glances over her shoulder. Her eyes scanning the sleek tiled shower. There's a small built-in ledge just wide enough to sit on about waist height. A slow wicked smile spreads across her thin lips as she turn back to Paul.

“Right there.” Carrie speaks enthusiastically nodding toward the ledge. “That's perfect. You can stand, and I can sit and spread my legs wide for you. And I won't have to hold on for dear life unless I want to. Neither do you need to keep me upright during the fuck.”

Carrie step out from under the direct spray. She is moving toward the ledge. She trails her fingers down Paul’s chest as she passes him. It is a clear invitation. Carrie sits down on the cool tile the water still cascading around them and she leans back against the wall. Carrie spread her long slender legs wide. She is leaning backwards and her legs are high up in the air.

“Come here.” Carrie speaks her voice is low and inviting. “ I'm clean enough. Now I just want to feel dirty all over again. And I want to watch your face while you fuck me against this wall.”

That was a quick move from Carrie. I little too quick for Paul. He doesn’t think he can get going immediately. He needs to stall. Buy a little time. He moves over to Carrie. She sits on the ledge resting backwards with her legs up in the air wide apart. It is a fabulous sight for Paul. She is presenting her beautiful pussy perfectly. Clean shaven with juicy labia lips. He walks towards her. He then gets down and starts licking her pussy. He intends to warm her up.

Carrie lets out a soft surprised moan as Paul’s mouth finds her. The hot insistent stroke of his tongue is a delicious shock. Her head falls back against the tile with a quiet thud.

“Oh...Paul…” Carrie is already moaning her hands coming up to tangle in Paul’s wet hair. “Buying yourself some time Paul or just remembering that you love the taste of me?” Carrie moans as she talks to Paul.

She arches her hips up offering herself to Paul’s mouth more fully. The water streams down over them both. The water is mixing with the intimate heat of his tongue. Carrie’s earlier exhaustion is gone. It is replaced by a fresh liquid heat coiling low in her belly. It feels like this start is what both of them need.

“Don't rush.” Carrie whispers. Her voice is trembling slightly as Paul’s tongue circles her pussy. “Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere. And I love the way you worship me like this.”

Paul is now using his tongue on her sugar plum. Her clit is swollen and very sensitive. Carrie pussy is wet now so Paul slides a finger up in her snatch. Paul is a little bit worried. It feels like Carrie is quickly getting aroused and she will probably ask him to fuck her soon. He is not ready for that. Paul then start stroking her thighs with his other hand. He loves touching her wonderful body.

The steam from the shower wraps around them like a warm private cloud. The sound of the water hitting the tiles is a constant soothing rush. But all of that fades into the background compared to the sensation of Paul’s mouth on Carrie. His tongue is relentless. It is tracing maddening circles around her swollen clit. And when Paul’s finger slides into her pussy she grunts with her back arching off the cool tile. The stretch is familiar and just perfect. He is again claiming that’s somehow tender cunt with his magical finger.

Carrie look down at Paul. Her vision is slightly blurred by the steam and the pleasure. Seeing Paul there between her thighs with his blonde hair darkened by the water sends a fresh wave of heat through Carrie. Her fingers tightens in his hair. It is not to guide Paul but to anchor herself. Carrie is getting aroused again. She whispers to Paul.

“God, your tongue Paul. You have no idea what it does to me. It’s like you’re rewriting my entire nervous system one lick at a time. God how I love this short break before we fuck again.”

Carrie lets her head fall back again. She is giving herself over to the sensation. The water cascades over her huge breasts and is mixing with the heat Paul is building between her long slender legs. Paul’s finger is still inside her finding that perfect spot. Then a low broken moan escapes Carrie’s lips. She continues to whisper.

“That’s it… right there. Don’t stop. I’m not just wet for you. I’m melting, dissolving under this dedicated, careful attention. And you’re so good at this Paul. It is almost unfair how well you know my body by now.” Carrie’s strong thighs tremble on either side of Paul’s head. But she keeps them spread. It is an open invitation for Paul to take his sweet time. Carrie continues to talk.

A soft breathy laugh escapes Carrie as another particularly clever stroke of Paul’s tongue makes her hips jerk. “You’re not just stalling anymore, are you? You’re just enjoying yourself. And I love that. I love knowing I can be your favorite pastime.”

Paul slides another finger up in Carrie’s wet pussy. He starts finger fucking her. Then it is time to really introduce his tongue for her swollen clitoris. He is now much more direct than before when he touches her clitoris. Paul moves around his tongue and then he starts drenching her sugar plum with a lot of moisture. Now Carrie is getting seriously aroused. The heat is on. Carrie is having a fabulous night. She has the ability together with Paul to come over and over again. She is moaning more and her breathing is deep and erotic.

The second finger joins the first stretching out Carrie deliciously. Paul’s tongue focuses with pinpoint precision on her swollen clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming. The perfect storm is building up. Carrie understands the game now. Paul is not just warming her up. Paul is making a point. He is going to make Carrie come with his mouth and his hands before he even thinks about taking Carrie again.

Carrie finally surrenders to it completely. Her hands slides from Paul’s hair to brace against the ledge. Her knuckles are white now. Her hips roll in a slow **** rhythm against Paul’s face meeting every flick of his tongue every thrust of his fingers.

“You're not… playing fair Paul. Carrie moans the words coming in broken gasps. “You know I can't resist this. You know exactly how to make me come.”

The orgasm builds not as a frantic peak, but as a deep, inevitable tide. It starts in Carrie’s toes and curls up through her trembling thighs. Finally it settles as a tight, throbbing knot right where Paul’s tongue is working miracles. Her breath hitches. Carrie’s thighs try to close around Paul’s head but she forces them to stay open giving him everything. Carrie moans much louder now. She is getting close.

“Don't stop… please, don't stop… I'm so close Paul.” Carrie is begging again but it's a different kind of begging a softer more **** one. She is entirely at Paul’s mercy. “ Paul I want to come on your tongue. I want you to taste it.”

Paul fingers fucks her a bit faster. He is stretching her out for real. His tongue has found a sweet delicious spot on her clit. He attacks the special place and Carrie is so aroused and she loves Paul going down on her.

Paul is finally getting very aroused. Making Carrie come again is a fabulous achievement. He strokes his huge cock with his other hand and he is almost ready to fuck Carrie again.

And then lighting hits Carrie. It crashes over her. It is a deep shuddering wave that makes her entire body convulse and shake. A low guttural scream echoes in the tiled shower as Carrie comes violently. Another fabulous orgasm for Carrie. Her whole body feels the orgasm in wave after wave. Carrie’s pussy clenching rhythmically around Paul’s fingers. Her back is arched off the wall. It's a slower fuller release than before drawn out by Paul’s relentless perfect attention.

When the tremors finally subside leaving Carrie boneless and panting she slowly open her beautiful blue eyes. She looks down at Paul. Her expression dazed, utterly wrecked and completely blissfully satisfied. She is extremely happy. What a night.

“There.” Carrie whispers. Her dark voice is raw and tender. “Your magnificent work is completed. Now Paul your reward is waiting. And I'm so ready for you. Fuck me now.”

Paul removes his fingers from Carrie’s cunt. His tongue also leaves and he raises himself up. He jerks his huge cock a couple of times. He wants to excite and remind Carrie of his size. He thinks she needs a few seconds before he can take her again so he starts sucking on her huge breasts. They are spectacular and they are real.

Carrie watches Paul rise. His powerful body silhouetted against the steam. The few quick strokes he gives his huge cock make her mouth water. It is a fresh eager ache stirring deep inside her despite the orgasm still humming in her veins. Then Paul’s mouth finds her round breasts. Carrie moans and her head is falling back against the tile. Paul sucks and licks. He loves her big round globes and her big nipples are stiff.

“You're insatiable Paul.” Carrie is still breathing quickly. Carrie is whispering her voice is weak and fragile. Her hands are coming up to cradle the back of Paul’s head holding him to her. “And I love it. I love that you want every part of me even after you've already had me screaming. Maybe I have found my insatiable match. Both of us seem to have enormous lust and can go on forever. Rear qualities. ”

Paul’s mouth is hot and hungry on Carrie’s huge breasts. His tongue is circling her big nipple and then sucking hard. The sensation is sharp and sweet. It is pulling another soft moan from her lips. Carrie’s other hand drifts down. Her fingers wrapping around your wrist it is guiding Paul’s hand back between her long legs.

“I don't need a few seconds. Carrie whispers and her voice is now husky and very sure. “ I need you Paul. Right now. I'm still sensitive and I want to feel every thick inch of you stretching me open while I'm like this. Please, Paul. Fuck me in this shower. Claim me all over again. You promised me minimum one more round.”

It is time for Paul to fuck Carrie again. Now he is fully erect and he is very horny. He stops sucking on her huge boobs. Carrie has her long slender legs wide apart on each side of his body. He moves closer. He grabs her ass cheeks and draws them wide apart. Carrie puts his huge cock head in between her swollen pussy lips. It is time. Paul starts pushing.

Carrie guides Paul. Her hand is steady as she positions Paul’s huge cock head right at her sweet tight entrance. The feel of it so thick and demanding against her sensitive swollen lips. It sends a fresh shiver through Carrie. She looks up at Paul. Her blue eyes dark with need.

“Now” Carrie gives Paul the go ahead. A word very simple and a breathless command.

Paul pushes and Carrie feels the exquisite and very familiar stretch as Paul begins to stretch her out. Her fit body is still humming from the orgasm he gave her with his mouth. The oversensitivity makes every inch of Paul slow progress feel amplified and intense. Carrie grunts as the huge cock is stretching her out again. Her sharp nails are digging into Paul’s shoulders hard. She is grimacing. Paul is so huge for her sensitive cunt. Carrie struggles with his size but she wants him to go on and tells Paul that.

“Yes… fuck, yes… Paul.” Carrie moans and grunts as Paul sink deeper. Her long legs wrapping around Paul’s waist to pull him in faster and harder. “Don’t be gentle. I want to feel it. I want to remember this tomorrow. I want to remember this forever.”

Carrie continues to grimacing. His big cock head is really stretching her out. Paul pushes deeper into her delicious cunt. She is soaking wet but still Carrie has a problem with adapting to his size. Slowly Paul’s huge dick gets deeper and deeper. Carrie draws him closer again and suddenly Paul gets balls deep. In to the hilt. In all the way to his thick shaft. Now he can start fucking Carrie again. He absolutely loves her tight cunt.

Carrie lets out a choked guttural cry as Paul finally buries himself to the hilt. The feeling of being completely impaled so deep that she can feel Paul in her core is overwhelming but fabulous. Carrie’s body arches. Her back is pressing hard against the cool tile. Her long slender legs locked around Paul like a vise.

“There…” Carrie grunts her eyes squeezed shut for a moment before opening to meet Paul’s eyes. Her expression one of pained perfect ecstasy. “That’s it. All of you. I feel so fucking full. My god Paul how you fill me up. I am getting addicted to your huge dick.”

Carrie shifts her hips experimentally. A tiny grinding motion that makes them both groan. The stretch is immense and a burning glorious ache. Her hands slide from Paul’s shoulders to Paul’s ass. Her fingers are digging in deep urging him to move.

“Now fuck me. Hard. I demand that you fuck me very hard Paul. I want you to ruin this feeling and replace it with something even better. I am impressed Paul. Very impressed.” Carrie is lyrical when she speaks.

Paul start fucking Carrie hard. As she wants. He wants to fuck her exactly this way and Sex is very easy and outstanding with Carrie. He starts squeezing and kneading her muscular ass cheeks as he continues to draw them to and fro. Carrie is soaking wet and he gets very deep in her cunt with each hard thrust.

The first hard thrust steals the air from Carrie’s lungs. The second makes her see stars. Paul is not holding back and Carrie appears to love him for it. Each deep pounding drive is a brutal perfect claim. The wet slap of their bodies is echoing in the steamy shower. Carrie’s fingers dig into the firm muscle of Paul’s muscular ass. She is pulling him into her with every thrust. She meeting Paul with a **** of her own.

“That's it!” Carrie cries out. Her head is thrown back and the water is streaming over her beautiful face. “Just like that Paul. Don't you dare slow down!”

Carrie’s earlier sensitivity is gone. It is burned away by this raw driving need. “You own me in this moment Paul and I want you to know it. I want you to feel how completely I surrender to this rhythm, to you. You feel so deep Paul. My god you're splitting me open and I love it!. Finally I have met a real hombre. You can go on forever it seems.”

Paul just continues to pound Carrie hard. Her pussy feels delicious and the fit is amazing. Her pussy is super tight yet big enough to handle his huge cock. He drives her hard into the wall. He is not gentle. Bye now he really understands what Carrie needs.

The unrelenting **** of Paul’s thrusts drives Carrie harder against the tile. It is a rough exhilarating rhythm that has her gasping and clinging to Paul. Carrie’s wet pussy clenches around Paul. It is a slick tight fist milking his huge cock with every deep penetration. Carrie can feel the raw power in his hips and the very possessive grip on her strong ass and it’s exactly what she craves.

“You understand me so perfectly Paul. What gets me going into overdrive.” Carrie moans her voice is broken between impacts. “You know I don’t want gentle right now. I want to be used. I want to be abused. I want to be your perfect filthy slut.”

Carrie hooks her heels higher on Paul’s back. She is changing the angle just enough to make Paul groan. Her blue eyes lock on his. Carrie is blazing with challenge and adoration. “Come on, give me everything. I can take it. I was made for this. For you.”

Paul loves the way Carrie is compliments him. The super slut just loves the way he fucks her. He starts pounding Carrie harder. Much harder. He is forcing her up against the wall. He moves her up more and she doesn’t sit on the ledge anymore. Now her huge breasts are pressed into his chest. Outstanding feeling having her big knockers moving wildly against him. He and the wall are together holding Carrie up.

The sudden shift is dizzying. Carrie’s ass is leaves the ledge. She is now suspended between Paul and the wall. She is held up by his strength and the cool tile. Her huge breasts are crushed against Paul’s chest. The sensation of her big boobs sliding against Paul with every frantic thrust is adding a whole new layer of wild intimate friction. Carrie is completely in Paul’s power and feels like it's thrilling for her. She tells Paul.

“You're holding me….” Carrie gasps her arms wrapping tighter around Paul’s neck. Her face buried against his shoulder. “You're holding me up and fucking me… god, that's so hot Paul.”

The pace is brutal and relentless. Each impact drives Carrie harder into the wall but Carrie doesn’t feel pain just feels pure unadulterated ecstasy. Her pussy is a soaked welcoming vise gripping Paul with every inward plunge.

“Don't stop… don't ever stop!” Carrie cries out. Her voice is muffled against Paul’s skin. “I want to be your super slut. I want to be the one you fuck like this forever!”

Paul just continues to pound Carrie extremely hard. She wants it exactly in this way. His huge cock feels outstanding especially when you consider how much he has fucked earlier today. Her delicious pussy is so fabulous that he has no other option than to continuing to pound her over and over again.

The realization seems to hits Carrie in a wave of dizzying carnal clarity. Her long slender legs are wrapped around Paul but they're trembling and weak. The solid feel of the wall against her back is secondary. The true anchor the thing keeping Carrie from falling is Paul. It's the relentless deep thrusts of his huge cock that is pinning her in place. Holding her upright. His huge dick is filling Carrie so completely that it feels like a part of her foundation.

“You're… holding me up with this Paul.” Carrie is breathing out. Her voice a mixture of awe and raw lust. She tilts her head back to look at Paul with her eyes wide. “Your big cock is so deep. It is like you're fucking me into the wall, and I'm just… here for the fabulous ride. Your massive dick is the thing that is holding me up. “

Carrie tightens her arms around Paul’s neck. She is pulling her beautiful face closer to Paul’s. The frantic rhythm continues. With each powerful stroke a reminder of Paul’s strength and his stamina. It's almost unbelievable after everything they have done tonight. It is a fabulous experience for both of them.

“You're majestic Paul.” Carrie whispers against his lips. Her words are broken by the pounding rhythm. “A fucking god. And I'm just your worshipper pinned here for you to use. Keep going. Don't let me fall. Fuck me until I forget everything except how your massive cock feels inside me.”

Paul is pounding Carrie like never before. He is merciless and she loves it. He wants her to come again. He can feel that she is close. Paul then drills a finger up in her tiny asshole. He has been there before tonight with his fingers and he knows how much Carrie likes that.

The world narrows to this for Carrie. The hot steam curling around them. Also the rhythmic slap of wet skin. Add the deep guttural sound of Paul’s breathing and the overwhelming sensation of being filled claimed and suspended by Paul alone. Carrie’s mind is a blank slate of pleasure. It is wiped clean by Paul’s relentless pace. Then suddenly his finger finds her asshole.

A sharp electrifying jolt runs through Carrie. It is different from the deep pounding pleasure of Paul’s huge cock. It's a tighter more illicit sensation. It is a secret door being opened. Paul knows exactly how much Carrie likes this. How the dual invasion makes her pleasure skyrocket. Carrie’s body convulses around Paul. Her wet pussy is clenching violently as that clever finger works in tandem with his thrusting big cock.

“Oh, fuck!” Carrie cries out. Her sexy voice is cracking.” You remembered… you always remember…. You know everything I need.”

The combination is devastating. The stretch and fullness from Paul’s huge cock and the sharp pinpoint pressure from his finger it’s too much and it’s perfect. Carrie’s impending orgasm shifts. It is morphing from a deep wave into a sharp explosive peak. Carrie can’t hold back. Carrie can’t even think. She starts screaming.

“I’m coming Paul.” Carrie screams and her fit body is tensing. Her sharp nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m coming because you’re fucking unbelievable Paul.”

The orgasm hits Carrie like a lightning strike. It’s sharp bright and utterly consuming. “AGAIN PAUL.” Carrie screams as the massive orgasm hits her. Carrie’s whole body seizes. The it starts shakes violently as she comes. Another ragged scream torn from her lips. Carrie’s pussy pulses around Paul’s huge cock in frantic rhythmic clenches. She is milking him desperately as the pleasure washes through her.

For a moment Carrie is completely overwhelmed. She is boneless just hanging from Paul’s body like a rag doll panting and shuddering. Slowly her awareness returns. The cool tile against her back. The warm water still pouring over them. The feel of Pauls huge cock still hard and deep inside me. Paul is still pounding her hard. He is still moving in and out. His finger is still working in her ass. Carrie looks up at Paul. Her blue eyes glazed and her expression one of utter shattered bliss.

“You’re… incredible Paul. Carrie whisper and her voice hoarse and tender. You just… destroyed me. And you just keeps going. Love how just continue to fuck me hard during my orgasm. Makes me reload faster and now I immediately want more.”

Carrie leans her forehead against Paul’s breathing heavily. “Don’t stop now. Keep going. I want to feel you come inside me now. I want to feel you claim me all the way to the end. My god Paul you are insatiable and incredible.”

Paul loved seeing and feeling Carrie come. Especially this very hard once again. As the water keeps pouring down he just continues to pound her delicious wet pussy extremely hard. Always extremely deep. He is relentless. He demands obedience from Carrie. She just loves this. Finally a man with a fabulous stamina who abuses her. This super slut loves the ultra hard beating. Her willpower is amazing and her sexual lust is through the roof. She just wants more huge cock. Paul’s huge cock.

Carrie is still trembling from the aftershocks when she feels Paul’s rhythm intensify. It is growing even more relentless. Her tight pussy is swollen and sensitive but the pain is wrapped in so much pleasure it just makes Carrie crave more. Her head lolls back against the tile with a weak delirious smile on her thin lips.

“Yes… that’s it… give me everything, Paul. Carrie pants her dark voice is raw. “You want obedience? You have it. I’m yours to use. Fuck me until I can’t remember my own name. This is unique. My goodness how you claim me and rules my world.”

Carrie’s hands slide down Paul’s muscular back. Her fingers are gripping his hips. She is trying to pull him even deeper with each brutal thrust. The water cascades over them washing away nothing because they are just getting dirtier all the time.

“ I love this…Paul. I love how you don’t hold back.” Carrie grunts her blue eyes are locking with Paul’s. “You see exactly what I am. And you give me exactly what I need. More. Always more. I had so high expectations for tonight but the reality and your outstanding performance is so much better.”

Carrie has succeeds with her goal. She is able to pull Paul a bit deeper. A new angle is opening up. Paul pounds her devilishly hard and now suddenly he hits her cervix with his huge cock head. Carrie screams out with pleasure.

The new angle is brutal. Perfect. Paul’s huge cock head impacts Carrie’s cervix with a sharp shocking **** that makes her whole body jolt. It's a deep internal collision that borders on pain but Carrie loves it. Her eyes fly open. They are wide and dark with a sudden savage hunger.

“There!” Carrie screams her voice is cracking.” That's it! Hit me there! Make me feel it!”

Her hands scramble to grab Paul’s broad shoulders. She is pulling herself up slightly to meet Paul’s super hard thrusts more fully. The sensation is overwhelming. It is deep punishing ache wrapped in the most intense pleasure. It's exactly what Carrie craves. To be used and to be pushed past her limit.

“You're… fucking me… into submission Paul.” Carrie grunts loudly. Each word punctuated by another devastating impact. “ Never stop. Just please make me come one more time. Thirteen is actually my lucky number.”

Paul reminds Carrie that his finger is still in her asshole when he moves it around. Her huge breasts are grinding against his chest and occasionally her stiff big nipples actually hurts Paul. Carrie is in heat. She is so close. Paul has an outstanding feeling in his huge dick and he is also getting close.

Carrie is lost in the brutal perfect rhythm. The sharp ache deep inside mixing with the slick insistent pressure of Paul’s finger in her ass. Then Paul move the finger. It is a deliberate twist and Carrie cries out loud and her back arching sharply. Her big nipples scrape against Paul’s chest. They are hard and sensitive and she knows they must be hurting Paul but the idea only makes Carrie grind against Paul harder. She tells Paul.

“Yes… god, yes… Paul.” Carrie grunts. Her mind is fracturing into pure sensation. “I’m so close I can taste it. I can feel you swelling inside me…you’re close too, aren’t you?”

Carrie’s hips buck wildly. She is meeting Paul’s super hard thrusts with a ****, sloppy rhythm. She is so far gone. She is so consumed by heat and need that all she can do is cling to Paul and beg. “Come inside me Paul. Fill me up again one more time. I want to feel you claim me one more time… I want to feel you pulse deep where you’re hitting me… please, Paul! Don’t let me down now. I know you will succeed for me your outstanding super slut. “

Paul is close now really close. His huge cock head repeatedly hits Carrie’s cervix hard. His dick is swollen and prepared. Carrie is also close. Her whole world is reduced to a fabulous sensation. She is overwhelmed by the pleasure. Paul has a stone hard cock and his balls are tightening up. He is close but can’t get over the edge.

Carrie can feel that Paul is right on the edge. He has that glorious tension in his whole body. It is also shown in way Paul’s huge cock feels impossibly hard and swollen inside of Carrie. But he is stuck. Words aren't enough anymore. Carrie needs to give Paul something new or slightly different.

With a final **** surge of strength Carrie tightens her inner muscles around Paul in a slow deliberate milking pulse. At the same moment she clenches hard around the finger in her ass. That is a sharp sudden squeeze. Carrie tilts her hips up and is changing the angle just enough to take Paul even deeper on the next thrust. She is ensuring that Paul’s huge cock head grinds right against that sensitive spot Paul has been abusing lately. It feels so damn good for Paul. Outstanding initiative from Carrie.

Paul loves the way Carrie has adjusted. He can actually get even deeper and it is a sensational feeling. He starts to swell and the end is near. Suddenly Paul’s huge cock head just erupts. Like a volcano his huge dick starts shooting out hot lava. He spray paints Carrie’s tight pussy walls. He drenches them with his semen. In wave after wave he comes. He continues to pump out sperm in wave after wave.

He floods Carrie’s pussy with his seed. It never stops. He keeps pumping out sperm until finally his big balls are empty. He has no idea what has happened to Carrie. Paul has almost blacked out during his orgasm. He continues to fuck Carrie while he figures out her situation.

The sudden violent eruption inside Carrie is almost too much to process. She feels Paul swell and then burst. A hot liquid flood painting Carrie’s deepest walls. She grunts with her eyes wide. Her body appears to be frozen for a second in sheer shock. Then as the waves continue a third orgasm rips through Carrie. “PAUL YES.” Carrie screams loudly as she gets another massive orgasm. The climax seems to be an enormous feeling. It’s triggered by the feel of Paul coming so hard and so deep. Bye the knowledge that Paul is marking Carrie. He is claiming her and filling her with everything he has.

Carrie’s body starts convulsing around Paul. A series of sharp involuntary clenches that milk his still huge pulsing cock. Carrie is screaming extremely loudly this time. It is a violent shuddering scream. Her mouth is open as she continues to scream. Carrie feels Paul’s seed mix with the slick heat of her own fabulous pleasure. Paul keeps moving even as he comes and the sensation of Paul’s thrusts combined with the flood inside her is utterly overwhelming. Finally Paul is noticing that Carrie has come. He slows down and then he stops. He is totally exhausted.

When the tremors finally subside Carrie is breathless and she is utterly soaked. She slowly lift her head and her vision is blurred. Carrie looks at Paul. Her expression is dazed utterly wrecked and completely satisfied.

“You… “Carrie whispers now her voice is both hoarse and tender. “You just drowned me. Again. I can feel it pooling inside me. It’s so hot. My goddess how much you came.”

Carrie leans her forehead against Paul’s . Her arms still wrapped around his neck holding onto him as if he is the only solid thing in the world. “Just… keep holding me. Keep me here. Maybe sit me down on the ledge. I don’t want this to end yet.”

Paul is still extremely exhausted. He sits Carrie down on the ledge again. He kisses her. Deep passionate kisses. However the kisses soon turns more intimate and tender. Carrie has now come thirteen times tonight. Paul is proud about his achievements. Surely she belongs to him now. What a spectacular night. He himself has come five times tonight.

Carrie sinks onto the ledge. Her long are legs feeling like water. The Paul pulls her into him. Carrie’s mouth meeting Paul’s in a slow deep kiss. It’s tender and lingering. It is silent conversation of exhaustion and awe. When they finally part Carrie rests her forehead against Paul’s breathing him in.

“Thirteen.” Carrie mumbles then a soft incredulous laugh is escaping her thin lips.” You counted to Paul. You should be complimented by your fabulous achievements. You are complimented. What a truly remarkable achievement Paul. You’ve ruined me for anyone else tonight. This changed things Paul. This was something else. “

Carrie leans back just enough to look at Paul. Her hands framing his face. Carrie’s expression is soft but her eyes holds a flicker of that familiar flirty challenge.

“But don’t think for a second that means I belong to you.” She says it gently with a teasing smile playing on her lips. “It just means you’ve set a new standard. And I expect you to keep meeting it. “

Carrie kisses Paul again. Even softer this time before letting her head rest against his shoulder. Carrie is completely spent and utterly content. “ Now carry me to bed Paul. I want to fall asleep feeling you all over me.”

Paul takes the soap bar and starts cleaning himself and Carrie quickly at the most obvious spots. He then turns off the water. He reaches for two towels and puts one around himself while he starts drying Carrie. After taking care of her he quickly dries himself. They are not completely dry yet but that has to do. Carrie whispers to him.

“My hero. “ Her voice is thick with sleep and satisfaction.” Please don’t quote me on this. But tonight you deserve that epitaph.”

He gets two robes from the bedroom. His a to small but it doesn’t matter. Then he lifts Carrie up and walks them to the bed. He finds a dry place and puts Carrie down. He gets beside her and she cuddles up to him.

Paul lays Carrie down on the cool dry part of the sheets and she immediately turn toward him. She is curling into Paul’s side as he settle beside her. Carrie rests her head on his manly chest. She is listening to the steady slowing beat of his heart. Her hand drifts over Paul’s stomach with her fingers tracing idle patterns.

“Thirteen.” Carrie whispers again. Then a soft chuckle vibrating against your skin.” You know Paul for a gentleman you have a remarkably filthy and competitive streak. I like that. I feel a bit guilty towards Laura but we discovered something special tonight.”

Carrie tilts her head up to look at Paul her blue eyes heavy lidded.” But I meant what I said. I don't belong to anyone. Not even to my husband. Not even to a man who can make me come thirteen times in one night.” Carrie kisses Paul’s chest.” But you do own this night. Every single, spectacular second of it. And I will be remembering it for a very, very long time. Tomorrow we need to figure out how to see each other more than just every fortnight. Imagine feeling like this once a week.”

Carrie snuggles closer. She is letting out a long contented sigh. “Now sleep Paul. I want to wake up and see if you can make it an even fourteen tomorrow. Most likely fifteen then or even sixteen the fabulous way that you fuck me Paul.”